Chapter 68: A Clever Caddy
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"It was Fran who scored the goal~~~~g!"
As the live broadcast sounded, Blues fans couldn't wait.
United's brazen free-kick tactics have angered every Blues fan for a long time, and Frank Lampard's goal was like a fire thrown on a dynamite keg that completely ignited the whole stadium.
"Haha! A bunch of scumbags! Now you will get your retribution! β
", Manchester United! It turns out that in the face of absolute strength, any small action is useless! You're already outdated! β
"Farke, Farke, you Manchester United pigs! Fack, Fakeke!! β
The Blues fans, who were closer to the visitors' stands, stood up triumphantly and raised their middle fingers at the red-coloured group opposite.
Red Devils fans held their heads in their hands, a little afraid to accept the scene in front of them.
In the battle with the Gunners, Manchester United almost played a real PK with the opponent, and barely played 0-0.
Even before the end of the first half at Stamford Bridge today, the home fans were very unhappy with Manchester United and the visiting fans, and it seemed that there was no way to finish the day.
Now that the Blues are one goal ahead, United will have to win two goals in a row without conceding a goal.
Two goals?
Red Devils fans have their eyes on Ruud van Nistelrooy.
Although Ronaldo's free-kick tactics have gradually improved, Red Devils fans still believe that Ruud van Nistelrooy can help the Red Devils settle everything when it matters most.
'Towards the end of the first half, Chelsea made it 1-0 thanks to a penalty from Frank Lampard. Huang Jianxiang explained the current situation.
"Look at what the fans in front of the TV have to say."
"The spectator with tail number 3846 sent a message saying: Although Chelsea have taken the lead, the Red Devils' offensive has not diminished, and it will even increase! Hopefully, Tang Wu can withstand the pressure and hold on to the three points for Chelsea! β
"That's right, Manchester United have at least Ruud van Nistelrooy, Forlan and Ronaldo, each of which is extremely attacking. Now that they are down 0-1, Manchester United will definitely increase their attacking efforts in the second half, and the pressure on Tang Wu is bound to increase a lot. β
"A netizen from the old wave network named Miao Miaotian left a message saying: If Manchester United bites the free-kick tactic, I hope the Blues can find a way to restrain it as soon as possible!"
Indeed, judging from the free-kicks in the first half, United seemed to be on their way to finding the Blues the back of the net from a free-kick. However, the occurrence of free-kicks is mostly the responsibility of the defenders, and it would be great if they could be strangled at the source. β
Just as Huang Jianxiang was reading the letter from the fans, the referee blew the whistle at the end of the first half.
Tang Wu immediately took off his gloves and let out a sigh of relief. The sweat on his head was like he had just come out of the hammam.
"Frank, shoot beautifully!" Seeing Lampard walking towards him, Tang Wu took the lead in congratulating.
"Don, thank you!" Frank Lampard and Tang Wu walked side by side, 'I think we will score more in the second half!' β
Frank Lampard's shirt was also soaked in sweat and the midfield was even more intense than at the back.
I have to say that Lampard used his practical actions and clever words to help Tang Wu "cool down" a little.
Scoring goals can disrupt the Red Devils' attacking rhythm and pave a way for Tang Wu.
What better way for a goalkeeper to de-pressure than "it doesn't matter if you concede the ball"?
But Tang Wu also knows that it is because of this goal that Chelsea took the lead, so this goal is even more precious.
In the second half, the pressure will definitely get bigger!
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"Mr. Carllo, if it were you, how would you defend a free-kick from the far corner and shoot straight at goal?" In the locker room, Tang Wu took the initiative to come to Cudicini's side for the first time and asked in a low voice.
Cudicini looked at the young man, who was eleven years younger than himself, and did not speak for a long time.
From the point of view of his peers, Cudicini did not like Tang Wu.
I sat on the bench in Italy for so many years before I gradually came out.
Now that he has just improved at Chelsea, he has been robbed of his place by Tang Wu, a newcomer, and Cudicini certainly has no good attitude towards Tang Wu.
But as a member of the Blues, Cudicini is well aware of the importance of this game for Chelsea.
In front of the big right and wrong, the Italian goalkeeper was silent for a long time.
"TOM, YOU CAN TRY TO ANTICIPATE IN ADVANCE."
"Did you predict in advance?" Tang Wu muttered, "Thank you, Mr. Carllow." β
After Tang Wu thanked him politely, he got up and returned to his seat.
Fuck it in advance!
Do you treat me like a child? Do you think it's a penalty?
Tang Wu was very dissatisfied with the answer given by Cudicini!
Xiao Luodou's free kick in the far corner made Tang Wu very difficult.
It was because before he kicked out, Tang Wu couldn't judge that the opponent was going to use this way to make free throws.
Although this is true for the first four. But what if the fifth one is a big hit? Or is it a cross?
If Tang Wu saves in advance, he will definitely become a laughing stock in the history of the Premier League!
Xiao Luo's arc is too big, the ball speed is fast, and his purpose is to hang the far corner.
Knowing that he would not be able to save the corner, he knew that the opponent's ball would fly out of the frame of the goal in the middle. In this case, he still has to pounce in that direction without hesitation, Tang Wu admits that he can't do it yet!
For a moment, Tang Wu fell into deep thought, he knew that he would not be able to overcome this in a short period of time no matter what.
That's the difference between himself and Cudicini.
He has many years of goalkeeping experience, and he can easily cope with the "demagogic judgment" of the brain.
So such a question that was not a problem for Cudicini at all was stuck in Tang Wu's mind.
Without eavesdropping, Tang Wu could guess.
If we don't solve this problem, the Red Devils will have more free-kicks in the second half!
Fifteen minutes later, Tang Wu still had a way to come up with a solution, so he could only curse fiercely: "Fake! Let's eat a trench and grow wise! God forbid the other party will never shoot! After going back this time, Lao Tzu will definitely practice 10,000 dead ends of his mother! β
Sure enough, not long after the start of the second half, Ryan Giggs was pulled down as he desperately defended the ball at the edge of the Chelsea box.
When the referee's whistle blew, several United players looked at each other, making no secret of their smugness.
"Oh! At the start of the second half, United were awarded a well-placed free-kick. β
'It seems that Ferguson and his side are not going to accept defeat away from home and continue to threaten the Chelsea door with set-pieces.'
"It's a good free-kick, about 256 metres from the goal line."
"Ronaldo and Ruud van Nistelrooy were both standing in front of the ball, and I don't know who was going to take the ball."
Seeing the opponent's free kick, Tang Wu frowned. Reluctantly, he had to accept that his body was shouting and resisting.
"Fack! If this continues, Lao Tzu may have to see a psychiatrist! When reason and emotion collided, an indescribable irritability crept up on his brow.
"Hey! TOM, why don't you let Mario go to the human wall? β
Just as Tang Wu was commanding the human wall, a familiar voice came from behind the goal.
It's that caddy!
"What did you say?" Tang Wu turned around and asked.
The little boy was startled, but still mustered up his courage and shouted, "TOM, Mario is so tall, why don't you let him go to the wall?" β
Oh, yes!
Why not make the walls higher? How did I not think of that?!
Tang Wu shook his fist fiercely, and instantly felt a sudden enlightenment.
"Hey! Mario! You go to the wall of people! Fast! β
In the penalty area, Melchiott, who was standing in front of Ferdinand, heard Tang Wu's shout, and although he was puzzled, he still ran towards the human wall according to Tang Wu's instructions.
"John, Hernan, Frank, William!" Tang Wu shouted the names of the four people again, "The five of you are lined up from tall to short!" β
With Tang Wu's command, Makelele and Joe Cole and others, who were originally standing in the human wall, gave up their positions suspiciously, came to the Red Devils in the penalty area, who were half a head taller than them, and leaned on each other with their bodies.
"Huh? Chelsea's wall has changed!? "Huang Jianxiang also saw the clues." There isn't a big man in the Chelsea penalty area right now! β
Indeed, all the tall men of the Blue Army were arranged by Tang Wu into the human wall. But don't forget, when it comes to air supremacy, Tang Wu is the first!
When the new wall was lined up, Ronaldo frowned.
Grami is 1.8m, Joe Cole is 1.75m, and Makelele is only 1.7m.
Such a low wall in front of Ronaldo is not even as good as the dummy he usually trains. He can kick the ball over the opponent's head whenever he wants and then crash into the net.
But now the shortest of the human walls has become one meter eighty-three, and the tallest Melchiot was deliberately placed in the outermost position by Tang Wu. At first glance, Melchiot looks like an insurmountable goalpost.
From the outside to the inside, from the tall to the "short" human walls lined up, Tang Wu clapped his hands and confidently stood in the gap between the human wall and the doorpost.
What is this arrangement? Put the highest in the outermost row, and he is not afraid to attack the goal directly?
Beep!
The referee's whistle blows.
Ronaldo and Ruud van Nistelrooy exchanged glances and ran straight up.
Bang!
This time, no one paid attention to whether Tang Wu's save was complete. Because the ball shot out did not spin and land according to Ronaldo's instructions, but flew directly over the crossbar and flew out of the field.
"Hey! TOM, give you the ball..."Seeing Tang Wu turn his head, the caddy shouted excitedly again.
"Watch me kick it into Manchester United's door?" Without waiting for the other party to finish speaking, Tang Wu spoke first.
"Oh, TOM, don't mind, I'm just talking." The little caddy hurriedly waved his hand.
"What's your name?" Looking at the caddie in front of him with a ball cap and a freckled face, Tang Wu's depressed mood was swept away.
"Jones, my name is Jones!" The little boy replied.
"Okay Jones!" Tang Wu shook his left hand, "If you win this game, these gloves will be yours!" β